As a man who looked like a soldier came in, the women hid their cries, burying their faces between their knees, biting their lips.
“You!”
He pointed at Brody.
Still confused, she was forcibly lifted by the two strong men.
Receiving the surrounding women’s fearful, pitiful, and relieved gazes, she was dragged away. A woman who had been explaining to Brody covered her mouth with her hands, looking regretful. With one last glance at the woman’s tearful eyes, the tent door closed behind the prisoners.
The next tent she arrived at was brighter.
A few sternfaced women were holding wet towels.
Having her clothes roughly removed by them, Brody was scrubbed like she was being mopped.
As befits a war prisoner, she was very dirty.
But after their touch, she was far from clean – merely less filthy, limited to a certain extent.
Perhaps water was scarce; that was all they did.
Next, they brushed her hair with a sparse brush.
Her tangled light brown hair, covered in dust and dirt, barely found its place.
Afterward, they examined every hole in her body, including her nose, mouth, ears, etc.
It was so thorough it was humiliating.
‘Ugh, really. Why do I have to go through this? Stupid Brody!’
Though she cursed as being stupid, ‘the original Brody’ felt bitter. She could acutely feel the longing for Jacks……
Brody sighed inwardly, feeling the unfamiliar memory as her own.
Dressed in new clothing that was not beautiful but merely clean, she was finally able to escape their grasp.
But what awaited her was a situation no less, if not more, difficult.
She would be sent to the notorious Ice Wall Duke.
Being dragged again, her arms held.
When she saw stars that seemed to spill instead of neon signs.
When she stepped on mosscovered ground instead of asphalt.
The reality of this place became apparent, and she felt gloomy.
Soon a large tent appeared at the end of her sight.
As befitting the tent of the highestranking person, it was large, with various patterns engraved.
‘This must be the tent of the Ice Wall Duke.’
She was pushed into her final destination through double doors.
The Duke’s tent was equally dark.
A slender candle was placed on the desk, and by the candlelight, she could see a man looking at maps and documents.
‘Is that man… the Ice Wall Duke I’m supposed to assassinate?’
Thrown into this strange environment and astonishing situation, she surprisingly wasn’t scared.
The assassination method naturally came to mind, and she knew the outcome from the novel.
This scene was where the original Brody assassinates the enemy Ice Wall Duke and returns alive, gaining merit.
Fleetingly, Brody looked down at her palm, breathing evenly. A blue leaf momentarily appeared and vanished.
‘Good, the ‘ability’ is working well.’
Assured that nothing would go wrong, Brody calmly observed the man.
The man had only glanced at her briefly when she first entered the barracks, and had not paid her any attention since.
So she was able to take her time and examine him closely.
A physical presence that seemed capable of easily overpowering about a hundred people.
A broad build with a wild aura, his bloodstained clothes as though he just returned from battle, revealed how close to danger he was and also how well he survived, seemingly displaying his prowess.
With eyes like sharp sapphire, true to his nickname, “Iceberg Duke,” he revealed no emotion, no tremors.
A ferocious expression, filled with the spirit of war, a rugged face smeared with dust, yet the glow in his eyes sparkled in the candlelight, unwavering.
An authority that one could not normally see in ordinary people was felt, befitting his title as Duke.
Is this man really trash who uses and discards women after just one night? He’s certainly not making the most of his looks.
“He doesn’t seem lustful, no matter how I look at him?”
Brody recalled all the superiors she had dealt with up until now.
“It looks more like the face of a workaholic burdened by responsibility. Ah… Look at those deep shadows of worry. It’s totally… sexy.”
A stoic stubbornness. Okay… let’s admit it. That extra Iceberg Duke was very much to her taste.
“If only his character wasn’t garbage, it would be perfect.”
The thought occurred to her that there would be enough women lining up to spend a day with that man to fill the Gwanghwamun Street.
No matter how she looked at it, she couldn’t think of a reason to kill that man, with whom she had neither a relationship nor a grudge.
To kill him would be, well, too much of a waste.
She didn’t intend to live according to the original work anyway…
“If I judge by the fact that he is the enemy of the two blond protagonists who acted virtuously after using Brody, he might not be a bad person. If that man is garbage, these people here will kill him themselves. But I have to escape.”
Brody, having thoroughly observed the man, turned her head and looked around the barracks.
It was rather shabby for something in the Duke’s barracks, but the necessities of life were provided.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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